Obliterated!

[Guys shower me with gifts, golden tickets and stones, thanks]

[We Need to Get the highest stones and Golden tickets this week, Let's go Sparta!!]

[Hop into the discord group]

Whoosh!

Tristan's attacks became increasingly precise as he continued to engage in a fierce battle with Alan. His swordsmanship was impeccable, and he seemed to have found a rhythm in his strikes.

With every swing of his blade, Tristan aimed for Alan's weaknesses, targeting his defences and attempting to outmanoeuvre him. His strikes were calculated, and he exploited any opening he could find.

But… he wasn't able to land a strike on Alan despite being more precise. All his attacks were missing Alan by inches in length and it was starting to get frustrating. 

'He hasn't taken his sword out yet! Arr!' Tristan grunted internally as he leapt towards Alan and swung his sword at his neck.

"Oh ~ that was close~" Alan jumped over Tristan and landed on the other end.